You wear what you eat?

An Op-ed (no less) in today's NYT has me concerned. The "X is the new black" syndrome is an industry formula designed to reassure the fashion intimidated out there and guide them towards whatever trend they're flogging this year. But fruit salad?

Last spring, pink was the new black. Seriously. Along with lime green, banana yellow and pumpkin orange. Brightly colored clothing sold so well last season that market analysts are crediting sartorial fruit salad with reviving the fashion industry after a three-year slump. Next spring, according to the Fashion Week shows of the last few days, "flame" will replace bright pink, while white will contend for "new black" honors.

Sorry, I'm not wearing "flame", whatever that is. Orange red is not my color, never will be. White is ridiculous unless you're competing for the largest drycleaning bill awards (see Heather Locklear in LAX). And while I may have over-indulged in the pinkalicious trend, it suits my complexion, and I'll continue to wear it for the forseeable future. Along with black. Although, knowing two men who wear virtually nothing but black and a few women who could use a squidge more contrast in their wardrobe, I promise not to overdo it. Moderation in all things, as Ms. Siegal is clearly aware:

Like Ms. Karan, many designers wear black in their Fashion Week bows even while sending out orange dresses - surely a secret message to New Yorkers and fellow travelers to stay strong: so buy the kelp-green bag, coral-reef scarf and turquoise shoes. Mix and match. The rest stays black.